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His mother really was a cold-hearted bitch. Now that Sandy knew beige and browns were considered feminine colors to the telfay, seeing those being the only colors in Rane’s wardrobe made her realize that she had been emasculating him this entire time. Which was why all his old clothing was spread haphazardly on the ground and why she had ordered him new stuff to wear.
Which Drevor had messaged her had been delivered while they were at practice. She had been using Rane’s combot since he got taken from her, and she was getting pretty good at it. Of course, it still had all the child locks on it, but at least it was some connection to the outside world.
So, when the two of them walked in, it was to find the boxes of all their new stuff waiting for him.
“What’s this?” Rane asked, picking up the first one.
“A surprise,” Sandy smiled. “Open it.”
He did so without question. Then stared in wide eyed surprise when the bright, silky orange pants unfolded with a fluttering flash of color. Those were the sleeping pants she’d picked for him. Soft and comfortable, breathable and beautiful.
“This…” He looked from the pants to her.
She smiled. “I updated your wardrobe. I tried to get a bit of everything, and Drevor filled in the gaps where I didn’t know what to buy. Do you like it?”
“It’s… so bright.”
“I know, right?” She beamed. “Go on. Open the others.”
After hesitating a moment, he threw the box to the side. Just another piece of trash to add to the growing pile. Sandy didn’t give a fuck about this room right now, and so she didn’t care about making a mess of it. And it was therapeutic for Rane since she doubted his shitty mom had never allowed him to have fun messes as a kid.
Rane ripped through the boxes. Tearing them open with increasing eagerness and joy as he found more and more clothes. Nothing by any fancy brands – Sandy still thought that was stupid – but all of it bright and colorful. Manly.
She’d encourage him to pick his own clothes later, by his own preference. But she was pretty sure if she had just told him to buy new things, he’d have bought whatever his mother had bought him in the past, and that was exactly what she didn’t want.
This was just to get him started. To remind him that he was his own person, and that he was allowed to like things his mother didn’t approve of. Everything he had was based on her, and while that was something that brought Sandy joy when it came to her grandmother, it was a prison for Rane and his wicked mother.
“Want to try them on?” Sandy asked, smiling brightly. She hadn’t been able to model her new clothes for him like they wanted, but there was no reason for him not to do it now.
And she knew it was the right thing to ask when his eyes darkened with desire. Because telfay males liked to pose and show off for their females. She was doing it exactly right.
Beaming, she went to sit on the bed, tossing aside her oversized jacket. Then froze, staring in awe. She had expected Rane to go to the bathroom to change. To seek some privacy. But he hadn’t even waited for her to sit before he started stripping.
His buckles – brown – were tossed aside to join the rest of the trash on the floor. They were followed by his brown boots and tan pants. Leaving him clad in nothing. Absolutely nothing blocked her view of that amazing physique.
He had his back to her, but she didn’t really mind that. The sudden urge to grab that sexy, muscular tushy and bite it choked her as he picked up the pleated, yellow pants that she was pretty sure were the telfay equivalent of semi-formal wear. His back was nothing to ignore either. That long plane of hard muscle with that tempting dip at his spine, serving no other purpose but to highlight how thick those muscles were, was beckoning her forward. It led right up into those broad shoulders, those thick arms. Golden skin, like a gilded statue, just begging for her touch.
He lifted a foot to put them into the leg, and something was swinging.
Sandy’s eyes widened. He did it again, and there was definitely some swinging action – much lower than it had any right to be. He bent over and that bitable ass tempted her again, but she was doing some quick anatomical math, trying to figure out how big it had to be to swing like that. That low.
She’d seen him naked on the subnet plenty of times by now. But those photos had his, er, bits all blurred out. She’d been keeping track of talk about him online even now. She peeked around to get a general feeling for how the public felt about him.
There hadn’t been any salacious scandals about him lately, but that in and of itself was a scandal. She’d seen rumors about rehab, his mother confining him to his house, even some that said the government was stepping in to punish him – though, technically, he hadn’t really done anything illegal. At least, nothing that could be proven.
Which, in her mind, just further solidified that Elffa had been doing all this on purpose. She wanted Rane walking the line between degenerate and actual criminal, and she did it flawlessly. But without anything else to talk about, people were just making things up now or, in some cases, bringing back old favorite scandals. Including the times he’d been dragged, naked, out of places.
There were promises of unblurred photos whenever those stories popped up, but she hadn’t gone looking. She wasn’t going to violate his privacy like that. Not when everyone else already had. She wanted to keep that one thing, if nothing else, a secret.
She was almost regretting the decision now, because the numbers her malfunctioning brain was spitting out were frightening.
Rane picked some new buckles – white – and attached them to his arms, strapped them around his waist. He adorned himself with no small amount of pride and eagerness, damaged crest fully up. A peacock excited to unveil his feathers.
As he should, she thought when he finally turned, facing her properly.
He posed for her. As a proper telfay male would. Fists on his hips, chest out, muscles clenching, crest raised, huge bulge in his pants threatening. The flowing pants highlighted the bulge, the buckles strained against his muscles, his gleaming skin shined in the artificial lights.
Sandy’s brain completely short circuited. He was gorgeous. She wanted to lick the lines formed between each well-defined muscle. She wanted to ride him while his crest was at full mast. She wanted to figure out why that bulge looked so intimidating!
